The second day of our Dales trip was the summer solstice we didn't really have a plan but I had a hunch to go to Wensleydale and find a walk that I did on a memorable childhood holiday. Cue the faded seventies photos...
So we drove to Gayle and found a path over the fields to Burtesett.
We followed a sign from the lane, up a hilly field and as we climbed over the stile at the top THIS opened up. SURPRISE!
Oh the pure joy of it.
It was the most jaw dropping field of our trip and we were uplifted.
The breeze was sending golden ripples across this sea of yellow
and the swallows were swooping and screeching.
At some point while we were lying in this meadow, with all of this beauty around us, the sun stood still. It reached it's most extreme point in the year and said Here I am, NOTICE ME. It lit up each and every one of those buttercups and all of that golden light reflected onto our faces and soaked right inside us. There was no better place to be in that moment.
Thank you sun. We see you x
p.s should these photos entice you to visit the area, my friend Rosemary has a lovely cottage in Burtesett.